I Was Horny, But I Was Innocent

Ms. It Sounds Like A Sick Bumblebee, It Sounds Frigid. I Mean, Who The Hell Would Ever Want To Stick His Hand Up The Dress Of Somebody Who Goes Around Calling Herself Something Like Ms.? It's All So Stupid.

Grief Starts To Become Indulgent, And It Doesn't Serve Anyone, And It's Painful. But If You Transform It Into Remembrance, Then You're Magnifying The Person You Lost And Also Giving Something Of That Person To Other People, So They Can Experience Something Of That Person.

We Need A New Cosmology. New Gods. New Sacraments. Another Drink.

I Immersed Myself In Books And Rock 'n' Roll, The Adolescent Salvation.

I Always Enjoyed Doing Transgender Songs.